All-rounder Artist

Chapter 402: 381: Cry (Added Chapter 88 for Alliance Hierarch Bao Shao)

Chapter 402: Chapter 381: Cry (Added Chapter 88 for Alliance Hierarch Bao Shao)

“Why?”

Luo Wei wore a puzzled look on her face.

“I’ll explain it to you when we have time,” said Lin Yuan.

After he spoke, he left the studio.

In the following few days, Lin Yuan did not go to the company as much. Instead, he frequently visited the studio to draw and teach painting.

While Luo Wei was learning to paint, she was always contemplating Lin Yuan’s mysteriously profound announcement of “You are the younger fellow apprentice.”

Did other people also learn how to paint from the teacher, she wondered.

Luo Wei was feeling strangely abandoned by the idea of “I am not the earliest here.”

She had consulted Jin Mu about this. Jin Mu burst out laughing when he heard her problem and said, “Congratulations on becoming the boss’s fourth apprentice.”

“Fourth… Fourth apprentice?”

Luo Wei thought she’d have one fellow apprentice but, it was beyond her wildest imagination that there were three before her!

Seeing that Jin Mu was still laughing, she was panicking: “Am I really the fourth one?”

“Yes.”

Jin Mu had a mysterious look on his face.

Luo Wei acted a bit cute with a sad voice and said, “Uncle Jin, please tell me who the other three are.”

“The preceding three…”

Jin Mu paused for a moment, looked around carefully, and lowered his voice: “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yes, I can!” Luo Wei spoke with a thievingly loud voice.

Jin Mu pointed at himself: “So can I.”

Luo Wei: “???”

Is it OK to play her like this?

Luo Wei was angry now: “Uncle Jin, please be kind-hearted!”

After she spoke, Luo Wei rolled her eyes and left in a huff.

Outside the studio.

Starlight’s post-production department finished the final touches of the movie ‘Hachiko’ with a long sigh from Yi Chenggong.

“Phew”.

Yi Chenggong stood up, thanked the Post-production staff who had worked with him and then called Lin Yuan.

The first round of quality control certainly needed approval from Lin Yuan.

Not long after receiving the call, Lin Yuan arrived at the company.

“Notify Director Zhou to screen it.”

Lin Yuan ordered; the company had an internal screening system that wouldn’t leak any footage.

“Okay.”

Shortly, Zhou Ruiming arrived, along with several high-level executives from the movie department.

“Mr. Lin.”

Everyone greeted Lin Yuan politely, who answered back with a socially expected polite smile.

They entered the screening room to watch ‘Hachiko’.

The film ran for ninety minutes in total. Adding the starting and ending credits, a few more minutes could be counted.

Lin Yuan was intentionally observing.

As soon as the professor starts to die on-screen, sobbing can be heard within the screening room.

With the passage of time, more and more people started crying. As if their emotions were contagious, only a few people held back their tears while rubbing their noses.

The most horrifying was Ol’ Zhou.

Everyone else was sobbing quietly, still aware that they were watching a movie.

He was outright weeping so loudly that Lin Yuan got a shock.

Also, influenced by Ol’ Zhou, the rest of the high-ranking officials who were sobbing quietly began crying out loud, totally disregarding their dignified image.

This affected all the leaders who were previously controlling their tears.

None were spared.

Lin Yuan believed that if this were a movie theater, Ol’ Zhou would have been thrown out by now for being a jinx.

As for Lin Yuan himself…

He was the calmest one in there.

Not only because he had watched the original version, but also because the dog Xiao Ba was his own pet.

Whenever Lin Yuan watched the dog on the screen, he remembered how a couple of days ago, his pet had urinated outside his bedroom door.

Even though accidents like these are bound to happen when you own a dog, but the stink took Lin Yuan out of the movie and saved his tear ducts.

You must know, Lin Yuan was also a sensitive person.

If this brilliant dog actor happened not to be Lin Yuan’s pet, his tears would probably not be lesser than others’.

“I’m getting old,” sighed Yi Chenggong, rubbing his eyes.

He was the one who edited the film, and he was in charge of shooting the movie. But, even the completed version of the movie made him cry, partially because he was moved by the final product.

Outside the screening room.

Staff members who were waiting for the bosses to finish watching the movie were having a light chat, then suddenly they heard a burst of crying coming from inside. They were startled and almost couldn’t help but rush in to see if there was any kind of emergency.

“What’s going on?”

“Why is someone crying so miserably?”

“Is something wrong with the movie?”

“Well, I heard from one of the post-production guys that this movie is a bit emotionally taxing.”

“So, they are crying because of the movie?”

“Would a normal person cry like this?”

“…”

As the staff members were discussing, the crying from inside the room grew louder and more intermittent.

They didn’t know how much time had passed.

The door to the projection room suddenly opened.

The first one to emerge was Ol’ Zhou, but his appearance startled the staff at the entrance––

Ol’ Zhou’s hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot and there was a hint of a runny nose.

“Director Zhou…”

“It’s nothing, do you have a cigarette?”

“Huh?”

“Do you have a cigarette or not.”

“Yes, yes, yes, the cigarettes are not very good, if you don’t mind.”

One of the staff members hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Ol’ Zhou.

“Give me one too.”

“And me.”

“I’ll smoke one too.”

“I don’t smoke, but I’ll just keep you company.”

Yi Chenggong and several senior executives from the film department also came out from the projection room one after another, quickly sharing a pack of cigarettes that had just been opened.

Though not as exaggerated as Ol’ Zhou, these executives too had bloodshot eyes and looked as if they had just experienced a traumatic separation.

As this group of people went into the bathroom with their cigarettes, the staff at the door exchanged glances.

What kind of movie drives people to smoke like this?

At this moment, Lin Yuan also leisurely walked out.

The staff members sneakily peeked at Lin Yuan’s face and found that Lin Yuan did not appear unusual at all. He was not like the middle-aged men before him with red, tear-stricken eyes.

“Do you want a cigarette?”

One of the staff members carefully asked.

Lin Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then waved off, “I don’t smoke, but thank you.”

After saying that, Lin Yuan went back to his office.

The staff members watched Lin Yuan leave, speculating:

“Is this movie about a midlife crisis?”

“Probably.”

“Otherwise, why is Mr. Lin not affected at all?”

“Ah, he’s Mr. Lin?”

“Yes, you’ve been in the company for so long and you don’t know?”

“I never have the chance to go to the music department…”

“If we didn’t know any better, we would thought Director Zhou and his team got beaten up by Mr. Lin in there given how upset they were compared to him.”

“Hahaha, right.”

As they went into the projection room to clean up, they saw the ground was full of tissues.

It appears that not only did this film cause a smoking spree but also a tissue-wasting frenzy.

Bloody hell!

Meanwhile…

A lower-level leader from the film department was clutching his stomach and dashing into the bathroom, but as soon as he stepped inside, he was choked by the dense smoke and started coughing uncontrollably.

“Damn, who the hell smokes in here!”

Looking above to see a thick cloud of smoke, he swore angrily and stormed in.

“You guys get the hell out of…”

The junior leader’s voice abruptly stopped, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

The senior executives of the film department, who also happened to be the bosses of this junior leader, collectively looked up at him with their eyes all red. No one said a word.

At that moment…

The junior executive suddenly remembered a time from his primary school days when he had caused a big trouble and had been subjected to collective ‘death stares’ from junior leaders as he read out an apology letter in front of the whole school.

Gulp.

He swallowed.

The junior leader’s bowel movement was scared back into his stomach.

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PS: Thank you, Alliance Hierarch [Treasure Young Master 88], for your support. Although we haven’t met, such a generous gesture deserves my appreciation so I offer you this additional update. The Hierarch seems not to have joined our group chat yet. If interested, please search ‘full-time artist’ to join our group chat, and please also join our alliance group. Other interested Alliance Hierarchs are also welcome to join.